On the rose's gauzy skin;
With my lips I fondly stained
All the rotten love within.
Beauty is an outright lie. Heartless hearts will neither die, nor will they ever vanish. Can you tell how a sere rose is requickened by a slingle tear drop? Can you tell how a single snowflake can make a firm branch collapse? Can you tell how much you may astound your fellow human beings by simply caring about them? Don't tell me about it.
Go for it!